My New Lover
In case everyone out there thinks I am completely miserable, I am not. I’m just upset. I view my relationship with London as that started with a new lover. We’ve courted each other and have embarked on a new relationship. Now these terrorist who are acting like jealous rivals are trying to unmask all the negatives. I do not like that. With this budding relationship, I wish to have a proper honeymoon. I am not yet willing to acknowledge the negatives. So do not talk to me about how expensive it is to live here or how unpredictable the weather can be. More importantly, do not plant bombs here to try and sway me from the relationship. Yes, I’m shaken. Yes, I’m scared. But I do so still believe in our future. Heck, unlike Chicago, I have already met and am on friendly terms with my neighbors in the three adjacent flats (really town homes). Now granted I can’t remember all their names, but I do know that if I needed something, at least two of them would help out. And I continue to meet new people each week through church, work and other activities to round out my life here. So no my situation is far from perfect, but I am still optimistic that over time, I can have a good life here. I just need to be patient. Soon enough my diamond ring will come. So to the terrorist I say, go away. You are causing unwanted friction in the relationship. More importantly, know that no matter what you do, you will never win him over. London is mine – for as long as I want him – and right now I want him – need him for the foreseeable future.